Can you hear it? The bell is ringing.Finally, Cock Fight can step into the ring and fight for itself. I feel like a gym-mother, a woman who’s spent all her time preparing her son to step into the ring to floor the competition and kick some royal publishing ass… Yes, well, moving on…As my final act as doting gym-mother, I offer the hungry crowd a summary of the chapters and excerpts of my 11th novel. Consider it the program to the main event… a main event I sincerely hope you will all enjoy.And with one final tweak to my boy’s boxing gloves and a kiss to the tip of his most adorable nose, I push my baby out into the ring. Until next time…Chloe Stowehttp://www.ravenousromance.com/modern-love/cock-fight.phpPrologue: The Cage“The air was thick with sweat and beer.” (page 1)Chapter One: Blue Crab and Cold Beer“Leverage.” Mitchell didn’t bother sugarcoating it. “That’s what runs my world. You have got to grab it whenever you’re given the chance.” (page 17)Chapter Two: The Love Story of Isadora“Back and forth he kicked his loafer clad feet under the table, looking all the world like a boy who’d just gotten out of his cereal box a new riddle to solve.” (page 37)Chapter Three: Clooney, Newman and Grant“He wasn’t Rocky, no matter how many times Aldo played that damned “Eye of the Tiger” song.” (page 54)Chapter Four: Arrhichion of Phigalia“All he wanted to do was to make this man, this beautiful soul, crest in uncontrolled ecstasy.” (page 80)Chapter Five: Morning Delights“Pacing back and forth in front of a spectacularly naked man was another new experience for him. Hell, he was popping cherries all over the damned place.” (page 94)Chapter Six: A Gentleman Caller“With a slow turn of the knob, Darian peeked out of the slit of an opening. He frowned. “Did they send you to tell me that he was dead, Mr. Christianson?” (page 99)Chapter Seven: Sticky Dick“Finally, the honey fell from Mitchell’s thigh, dripping slowly down to the inner curve of Carr’s hip.” (page 121)Chapter Eight: Galas and Other Such Albatrosses“The anxious yearning for approval in his eyes reminded Mitchell of a cat who’d just dumped a headless squirrel at its master’s feet. Mitchell didn’t know whether to offer Carr a warm bowl of cream or to swat him silly with a broom.” (page 126)Chapter Nine: Soft Drink-Tinted Lights“Neither man knew it, but it was the only goodbye they would be allowed that day.” (page 142)Chapter Ten: Overheard Lullabies“Maybe he could borrow the boy’s peace just for a minute, just long enough for him to remember how to breathe again? He’d give the boy his peace right back. He didn’t want to steal it. He just wanted to share.” (page 147)Chapter Eleven: On the Back of a Dolphin“Reeking of foul cigarette smoke, Carr limped determinedly down the long, third floor hospital corridor.” (page 157)Epilogue: The Banana Man“The waves were fickle, wanton in their desire to be nothing less than maddeningly unpredictable.” (page 164)